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Unforgiven
By Austin Blake

The tall man entered, his heavy tread muffled to silence by centuries of discipline as his long black duster swayed slightly in his powerful stride, clinging tightly to his broad form. The rest of his ensemble was black as the twilight as well. Form-fitting jeans and a silk shirt accented the steep curvature of his well-developed muscles, a hint of his chiseled, stone-defined chest revealed teasingly through the top two unfastened buttons of his silken garment. His illuminescent yet dark eyes, flecked with silver as if to signify all the tears the sadness of his tortured soul had caused, shone with an impudent iciness now, his angelic features no longer hinting to the agony within, but that of a cunning predator. He lifted a steady alabaster hand, running it through his slightly unkempt coal-black locks, thinking of how nice it would feel to be in leather again.

Soul Boy didn't have the most alluring wardrobe in the world, but it'd have to make do until he could kill his little friends...if only he could keep up the masquerade just a little bit longer, Wolfram & Hart would grant him an audience with his Sire...and they would become a whirlwind of death and destruction again. He took noiseless steps through the Hyperion, looking around at the empty space, so devoid of life. He rather liked it.

"So what happened, Soul Boy?"Faith tilted her head to him with a questioning look. "Little B get to ya and ya couldn't resist yourself from a..." she moaned seductively.

Angelus looked over at Faith, raising an eyebrow at her. She had somehow escaped from jail, making her way back to Angel Investigations to wreak havoc. He got there first. "Quite the contrary. Loverboy couldn't handle the bitch's loss. He went to a shaman to get his soul taken, actually came to his senses...until Ms. Morgan told the shaman to go through with it. So lo and behold, here I am, awaiting my Sire to pay a little visit. You remember Lilah, don't you? Nice girl...sweet too." He smirked a bit. "Too bad I couldn't tear out her heart. I'm sure that's where the real treat laid."

She sprawled out on the couch, her eyes cold and black. How dare he mention Darla and Lilah to her. ~What a fucking moron~, she thought to herself. ~Why would he not want me? Everyone does.~

"Something wrong, my deviant little temptress?" Angelus taunted, smirking, "Not getting any? That time of the month again? Because I could help with the bloodflow problem..." He grinned, licking his lips lightly.

Pushing herself off the couch, she stormed past him, brushing into his shoulder roughly as she headed upstairs. He followed her silently yet swiftly, grinning as he crept up behind her.

"You're not one to shoot a man down...perhaps I need to be less...subtle..."

He grabbed her shoulders, kicking the bedroom door down behind her, his vampiric strength pushing her across the floor and onto the bed. He approached her slowly, almost stalking her as he removed his duster. A sly yet evil grin crossed upon her crimson lips as she stood up off of the bed.

"You had your chance, baby." She headed for the door. "Maybe when I'm in a better mood...keep your hopes up."

"It wasn't a request..."

Trying not to laugh, she smiled and traced her index finger along his upper lip. "What was it then?"

"I'll say a command...perhaps a demand...I can't think of a more severe word. Got a dictionary? Or better yet, a Kama Sutra? Might give you a few ideas."

Laughing like a school girl in his face, she pushed past him, heading down the stairs at a fast pace. He grinned wide, half-growling and half-purring as he leapt down the stairs in a single bound, landing in front of her.

"In the mood for a chase, are we? Good...I like to hunt."

She threw her hands on his chest, digging deeply and forcefully into his chiseled frame. "Yea?" She smirked teasingly. "I do too..."

He smirked, his arms quickly wrapping about her waist and lifting her up roughly, setting her down on the desk, his body moving between her legs as he kissed her forcefully, his tongue invading her mouth and massaging her own tongue, exploring her just as his hands did, ripping at clothing on her back. She clawed the back of his neck forcefully before fumbling to find the collar of his shirt. Her fingers ripped the collar open as she pulled the soft black fabric down his back.

His hands tore fabric off her body, cloth dropping off her front down between them to the floor as his fingers found her pants, ripping again and rendering the zipper forever useless, three fingers brave enough to force themselves down to her folds, parting them and entering abruptly, a frenzied pumping motion taking place within her as his mouth caught her breast, teeth tugging at the erect nipple between hungry suckling.

She pushed his head away forcefully, keeping her moan in the bottom of her throat. "What the hell are you doing?" She looked down at him, a questioning look in her eyes. "Did I tell you to fuck me yet?"

"Did I ask?"

He resumed his brutal attack on her womanhood with a smirk, fingers flying in and out of her as his thumb mashed against her clit, violently toying with the throbbing bundle of nerves, his mouth overwhelming hers in an arrogant kiss. She felt threatened due to the fact that he could control her in this situation. She tried to hold back the fear in her voice, only a loud, raspy moan could be heard.

He pulled away slowly, his smirk only slight now. His fingers kept pounding into her even as he thrived on her fear...the control...and yet, he still had to carry on a conversation, knowing full well her ability to talk was nonexistant at this point. "I might hurt you, love...but I'm not gonna kill you. Hell, I like you better than Darla. You're my bitch, and no one gets to hurt you but me. No one gets to fuck you but me. No one gets to...love you...but me. And vice versa. Anyone who does will be hung alive by their vital organs. Understand?"

All she could do was nod. She moved herself into his lap more, giving him more access. Her words were spoken softly- "I. Don't. Love. You."

He only chuckled a bit, pushing his length near her folds, rubbing the tip against her clit. "Fuck. You." He pushed in hard, pulling in and out of her tight little slit furiously, bottoming out against her cervix over and over again, slamming against her in a feral ravaging. Loud moans escaped her lips as she tried to push him off of herself. She became a softy for Angel now. And she loved him, not Angelus. She felt as if she was betraying Angel now, and she couldn't do that. Not now. Not after she gained his trust and love.

He quickly withdrew himself, growling loudly as he pulled his pants up. "What the Hell is wrong with you...? Since when did you have a conscience...a soul??? Should I take care of that? I mean, sex is always great. But it's just not complete without a little bloodshed."

She closed her eyes softly, gathering herself. As she spoke to him, she fluttered them open. "The only reason why I don't kill you, is because then I would kill him." She threw on an oversized silk button-down shirt of Angel's, deeply inhailing the scent of him. "He'll come back, don't worry about it."

"Kinda hard to get ol' Loverboy back without a Wiccan, don't you think? And Buffy wouldn't exactly like seeing you in Sunnyhell again...for the same thing as last time. She's liable to kill you. I'm all you've got, cupcake. Now...I'm going to fuck you, and quite possibly make you. You could come quietly, but I hope you don't. Because I really wanna make you scream."

He was right. She couldn't go back to Sunnydale again, not after last time. This was his decision and she couldn't change it. It was the way it was, no questioned asked. She walked up the stairs into his room, laying back on the bed, inviting him to come on top of her. She shut her eyes and thought of Angel and how she needed him right now.

"That's my bitch..." He smiled diabolically, making his way over to the bed, crawling up her body. He suddenly stopped, his eyes glowing bright red for a moment, then turning into deep pools of soft chocolate brown. He realized where he was, and was almost angry until he saw Faith's expression and sensed her emotions. He kissed up her calves gently, moving along her thighs. He placed his mouth on her curls, sucking gently on her clit, the familiar tenderness of his tongue grazing her folds, parting them, pushing inside slowly, her slit gradually widening as a result of his affectionate physical flirtation.

She felt as if she was in another world, with him. Not with Angelus. Angel. Throwing her head back, she clenched the sheets on the bed tightly. She wasn't being ravaged or swallowed, this time it had emotion. Not knowing if it was her imagination or if he was truly back, she moaned rather loudly at the sensations building up inside her down below.

He smiled slightly at her reaction, kissing her clit softly before picking up the pace a bit. He lashed out furiously at her cunt with his tongue, her tight pink folds stretching to fit the thrashing tongue within them, the oral stimulation on her clit increasing as he sucked harder on it, the bundle of nerves spasming in his mouth, jumping erratically under his attentions. His hands, however, caressed her thighs gently, lifting them to relieve pressure on her steadily arching back.

She couldn't tell if she was in reality or a fantasy. It all seemed like a dream. Maybe Angelus was doing something else to her? She didn't know or care at the moment. She was sitmuated by his tongue. Sensations were traveling all throughout her body. She felt herself become alive again. Naturally, she would always be a ravaging dark child but maybe... just maybe, she was starting to see the light now.

He slid two fingers inside of her all at once, widening her small slit almost painfully...almost...as he twisted and pumped them deep into her, his tongue flicking within her quickly, the pressure on her clit increasing as he sucked harder still. Raspy moans escaped from the depths of her throat. This was it, this was all she needed. Fantasy or not. She came and she came hard into his mouth. Her body slightly shaking and muscles spasiming. She panted lightly. After all, it was Faith. She was used to this.

Her juices trickled out of her as he backed off a bit, holding her thighs down as her back arched in orgasm. He gave a few light kisses on her clit, reaching up and kissing her lips gently. His hands trembled as they touched her cheek...he didn't know what Angelus had done to her or anyone else. He whispered softly, even his voice seemingly shaking.

"Please...forgive me...hold me..."

Pulling herself up to meet his face, she pulled his body up to her and held him tightly, not knowing what had just happened.

A knock came to the door before it opened, Cordelia sticking her head through. "A-Angel...?"

Behind her, three figures could be seen through the crack in the door. Wesley, Gunn...and Willow. Cordy saw him in Faith's arms, raising her eyebrows.

"Is he..?"

Faith looked up, her face blank. She haden't a clue of what was going on.

"Is he, y'know...Angel...or...all 'grr'...?"

Wesley looked in as well. "We anticipated his...decision...we feared we wouldn't make it in time."

"Did we? Is he...is he Angel?"

"I think so. Why do you guys ask me?" She looked them over, carefully, not knowing if they knew about their relationship.

Wesley fumbled, "Well...because you...well, that is he and you...don't you...?"

"You're boinking." Cordy spoke up, "That's why. Is he?"

Faith nodded. "Yeah, he's fine now. It was just like he fought to come back, y'know? I mean, isn't Willow or Tara suppose to give him his soul back?"

"Well, his soul can only be taken by the curse...the shaman Wolfram and Hart hired used some sort of removal spell...temporary...would have lasted a week until Darla showed up and re-Sired him. Then it'd be over. Luckily, Willow retracted the spell. Angel had to literally fight his way back into his own body. H-He is back...right?"

"Wes, chill out. He's fine." She rolled her eyes and pulled away softly from their embrace.

He stirred slightly, but didn't awaken, exerted from his mental struggle...and his escapade with Faith.